<b><u>Chapter Four

___________________________ CECELIA "ECSTACY" ROSE ___________________________

After getting back from my night out with Sterling Reid, Von and I were waiting for the elevator when we heard a voice calling out from behind us.

We both turned to look, and I sighed when I saw who it was.

Owen Bennett Age 44

Owen Bennett was a fellow resident of the condo building. He was also Trophy Wife #3's apparently very errant husband, and one of the two who had propositioned me prior.

I watched him brush by the doorman, without a trace of courtesy or acknowledgement of Charles's cheerfully called out greeting as he opened the door for him.

He reached us just as the elevator doors began to open.

Completely ignoring Von, he swept his hand towards the open door in an over exaggerated, gentlemanly gesture.

Neither Owen's words nor his outward demeanor showed any hint at all of impropriety in the public domain of the building's lobby. But his eyes trailed brazenly over my entire body as he smiled.

Sensing my slight hesitation, Von flicked his gaze my way in silent question. Not about to be kowtowed by the man in my own place of residence, though, I nodded and smiled reassuringly at Von.

Von stared at me for a moment, then nodded brusquely in response.

Von stayed standing there anyway, until I stepped into the elevator and the doors closed quietly.

The nearly silent whir of the lift's machinery as it began to move was the only sound in the private, enclosed compartment, for all of about five seconds...

Ugh... I knew it.

The hair at the base of my neck prickled as I felt his heavy stare and heard his voice moved behind me. He stepped up closer, so close the front of his jacket brushed my back.

Sighing, I stared straight ahead as I answered...

Owen Bennett wasn't a bad looking man. He was tall, with a leaner athletic build, salt and pepper beard that evidenced his mid-forties. Hazel eyes, a well-kempt mustache and short beard, he was also well connected and very wealthy. He was typical of many of my clients. Except for him being very married as well, which was an automatic disqualifier for me.

Yes, I had done my homework on Owen Bennett after the first time he had approached me, just as I was sure he obviously had myself.

He didn't touch me except for in his close proximity, but I felt his breath near my ear as he lowered his head.

Unfortunately I had been through similar situations many times. It was one of the occasional cons of my line of work, men who didn't want to take no for an answer. With an air of calm indifference I stood unmoving and unintimidated.

<i>Oh. For. Fúcks. Sake.

Enunciating as clearly as possible, I only slightly raised my voice. But then he suddenly stepped around and in front of me, reaching out and pressing the <i>"STOP"</i> button on the elevator.

Before I could finish my question I found myself pushed back against the wall, Owen caging me between his arms with an angrily lustful glare.

Unflinching, I replied...

<i>Typical asshole.

He studied my face intently.

If Owen thought his insults and implied threats would faze me he was sadly mistaken. I was fairly certain I had heard them all.

Tilting my chin, I smiled.

He scoffed.

<i>God, and people thought I was the crazy one because I had no interest in settling down and getting married? No, thank you.

Finally having enough, I deftly twisted to the side, ducking under and out of his confining grasp, then stepping forward to press the button and resume the elevator's ascent. He turned but didn't touch me.

Thankfully we were already nearly to my floor when he'd stopped it, so in only a matter of seconds the elevator came to a halt, its doors sliding open to reveal...

Standing there like a hewn granite statue with his arms crossed, biceps bulging under his crisp white dress shirt and an intimidating scowl, Von seemed to have just appeared from out of nowhere.

He looked at me, then at Owen, his gaze turning sharper than flint and twice as menacing.

Von lowered his arms, moving as if he had every intention of stepping inside and grabbing ahold of Owen, but I stopped him with a soft touch, tugging on his sleeve.

Giving Owen a pointed look, I added...

With the doors now open to where his behavior could be exposed, Owen just shrugged.

Taking a stepped back out and bringing me with him, Von wrapped his huge palm around the column of my throat and crooked his thumb under my chin while staring at Owen. He slowly lowered his face and captured my lips in a deeply sensual, panty drenching kiss.

Von's dark eyes remained deliberately locked onto Owen's, maintaining the direct contact as he pushed his tongue into my mouth, sweeping erotically over and around mine several times before unhurriedly withdrawing again.

Owen's expression turned derisive as he addressed Von for the first time, positively fuming at the display.

With a deceptively calm smirk, Von answered simply...

Obviously intimidated but attempting not to appear so, Owen shrugged again, quickly hitting the button to close the door. He leered at me one last time as they began to close.

Admittedly still reeling a bit too much from the effects of that kiss, I instinctively followed when Von took my arm and began leading me down the short hallway to my door.

His grip tightened.

As we reached my door and I opened it I turned, gazing up at him.

Raising his hand again, I felt the backs of Von's large knuckles skim lightly over my cheek as his eyes met and held mine.

I stared into those swirling, murky depths as though hypnotized. I would almost swear he was speaking about me, but that couldn't be possible.

<i>Because Von Baranov had most assuredly already possessed me, several times over the years.</i> And doubtless would again. As a matter of fact, after that enticing kiss it was right on the tip of my tongue to invite him in to have me again right then.

But then he suddenly broke the spell, dropping his gaze and his hand away as he gave me a rare, provocative wink.

I released the breath I hadn't realized I'd been holding as the moment passed, smiling in return.

*****

The next morning, as scheduled, Von was waiting to accompany me. I had a late breakfast and then an early lunch with prospective clients who had requested face to face meetings prior that went well, and I would soon make further arrangements with them.

After those I went home to rest before I would need to shower and prepare for my client that night.

Harrison opened the door and greeted me warmly...

... then said what I'd been expecting to hear...

I grabbed it on my way up. Raphael enjoyed dictating and choosing everything for our time together, including my attire, and surprising me with them, from the dress, to the shoes and accessories, to the sexy lingerie. If I was to wear lingerie, that was.

Many would consider that entirely too overbearing and controlling. And under normal circumstances I would wholeheartedly agree. But in my case the beauty of it was I knew if they chose it then they had to approve. AND it was only for the night, so most of the time I found it to be very exciting.

When I opened the package awhile later, I found a dress, a pair of thong panties and heels, along with several thin necklaces and wide hooped filigree earrings. And a note. I couldn't help but feel a tingle travel down my spine.

___________________________ Cecelia, I hope you will enjoy wearing this as much as I enjoyed choosing it. I cannot wait to see you, cariña. ~~ Raphael ___________________________

Short, sweet, and to the point. But with a subtle undertone of authority and an undeniable hint of what the evening would bring.

By 8:30 pm, I was ready. Von met me in the lobby again, and only a few minutes later we were walking outside to meet Raphael's waiting limousine.

The driver opened his door and he stepped out, straightening his jacket, his head raising to greet me with an absolutely gorgeous, drop dead sexy smile and a low growl of appreciation I could hear from several yards away.

The color of the dress was a bright, vivid orange that in itself was eye-catching. Adding to that the sleeveless, backless, spaghetti tie strings that left no room for a bra, the sinfully short length and very exposed split thigh design, it made me feel incredibly sexy and alive.

And if the scorching look on Raphael's face as we reached him was an accurate indication, tonight was going to be amazing.

And truer words could not have been spoken as I let my own gaze travel over him just as thoroughly.

Raphael Santiago Age 31

Raphael Santiago was, as Von had so aptly described him, a fabulous Latin Lover to the nth degree, with an extraordinarily passionate nature and staggering libido.

At thirty-one he was younger, with dark, dreamy good looks. Perfect hair, light-golden bronzed skin, sparkling eyes that you could easily lose yourself in, and the most alluringly contagious smile. Dressed in white trousers and a long-sleeved green cotton shirt with the first few buttons open that gave one a glimpse of the magnificent body underneath, he could have literally just stepped out of the pages of GQ magazine.

I had met Raphael, again at the behest of another regular client, about a year and a half ago. He was a successful businessman for his age, co-owner of several Latin based dance clubs scattered throughout the US, Mexico, Brazil, and Argentina.

Raphael spent the majority of his time in Brazil, but got in touch when time and travel permitted, and he was in the mood for some fun with a sexy, no-strings companion. And tonight that was myself.

He looked at Von, extending his hand with a genuine smile.

He and Von were similar in age, had spoken several times, and seemed to have some kind of a mutual understanding, so Von was a little less formal.

He turned back to me.

Raphael placed his hand on my hip as we go to got in the car, letting it slide lower as we slipped inside. The driver closed the door, Von joining him in the front.

The privacy divider was already in place, and the first thing Raphael did was settle into the long, plush leather seat, pulling me directly onto his lap to straddle him and crashing his lips to mine in a passionate kiss.

His hands threaded into my hair. I wound mine around his neck, opening when his tongue demanded access and matching him stroke for stroke as our tongues dueled and explored each other's mouths.

<i>Yes, Raphael was a kisser, and a damned fine one at that.

I felt the car begin to move, but barely registered it as the desire sparked hot and fast between us, as I knew it likely would.

After a moment he pulled back to look at me, shaking his head.

Raphael quirked his thick brow with that devilishly wicked grin, and just a hint of his confident, commanding arrogance that I never ceased to find arousing.

Giving him an equally sinful smile while shifting on his lap, I whispered...

Moving his hands to my hips and flexing his torso, he growled...

Raphael's choice of my dress was deliberate and very beneficial, the deep slits up to nearly my waist and string tied top giving him quick and easy access to my entire body.

He reached up to deftly untie the strings, pushing the top down to expose my bare breasts.

The hardening peaks of my nipples tightened even more as his fingers found them, teasing and rolling over the tips. My thighs clenched instinctively at the deep, pooling sensation in my core.

He answered simply, and I nodded, taking him at his word while allowing my body to take over.

My head fell back when I quickly felt Raphael's hot, wet mouth close over my breast, ravenously sucking on one sensitive nipple and then the other. I ground down on his very obvious erection in search of friction, making him groan.

Releasing my nipple with a slick sounding pop, he tapped my hip then the empty space on the seat right beside him.

Crawling off of his lap onto the seat I let him put me in position. The seat was soft on my knees as I faced him from the side. Raphael undid his pants, pulling out his very large, hard member, the sight making my mouth water.

He didn't have to instruct further. Grabbing his thick, meaty base with one hand and holding myself up with the other I swirl my tongue around the shiny, swollen head of his cock several times before taking him slowly all the way into my mouth.

Raphael grasped my head, holding me in place and impaling my mouth for a long moment. When he loosened his grip I began bobbing up and down, sucking hard and deep, just the way he liked it.

I was surprised at his positioning. Usually he enjoyed having me stare up into his gorgeous eyes as he watched his cock disappear and reappear between my lips. But from the side I was unable to do that, though I didn't have long to wonder why.

I felt his large hand cup my breast, tugging and rolling the pebbled tip, then move under the dress between my legs, cupping my sex and squeezing.

I widened my knees as much as the width of the plush seat would allow. A long finger slipped under the tiny thong, running the length of my silky, slippery slit several times before pushing inside of me.

I moaned deeply around Raphael's long, thick shaft, sucking with even more vigor as he stoked my own arousal. He added another finger, then a third, in fairly rapid succession, then fúcked me with them in tandem with his thrusts up deeper into my mouth.

After a few minutes of enjoying having his cock sucked, he began thumbing my clit as well, and I used my hand to stroke him while licking and laving at his tightening balls.

Suddenly I felt his fingers withdraw from my soaking pussy, gathering my juices and sliding back to my ass. His thumb continued over my nub while his middle finger massaged and then pushed through the tightly puckered outer ring of muscle.

Reaching to his jacket that was lain over the seat with his free hand, Raphael groaned in approval at my uninterrupted ministrations to his pleasure as he pulled something from its pocket.

In my peripheral I saw something small and black. When he opened his palm by his lap to make me aware, I realized it was a butt plug. It was only about four inches total from end to tip with a bulbous center that narrowed to a rounded point. It appeared to be made of a flexible silicone, and had an orange-jewel on the end that matched the color of my dress perfectly.

It disappeared from my sight, then a second later I felt the tip of it sliding along my silky slit. I moaned loudly around his cock when Raphael pushed it into my now throbbing pussy. He pumped it in and out steadily several times, before sliding it back and slowly but firmly pushing it into my ass until I felt it suck the plug in and settle it into place.

With his attention back on my clit, the sensations were exquisite. It felt so fúcking good I felt myself rapidly approaching orgasm and doubled down on his cock.

I only vaguely registered the car coming to a stop before I heard Raphael's raspy voice...

Realizing we'd arrived and he'd spoken into the driver's intercom, I hummed appreciatively around Raphael as he returned to fúcking me with three fingers, both of us rapidly increasing our speed and intensity, until our releases hit almost simultaneously.

My pussy clamped down around his fingers as he swelled and held deep in my mouth, his warm, forceful spurts gagging me just a tiny bit as they pulsed thickly into my throat.

Expertly swallowing every drop and licking him clean while tendrils of aftershocks curled and twitched through my body, Raphael kissed me slowly and deeply after I finished, tucking himself back into his trousers.

He instructed as he retied the straps of my dress behind my neck, removed my thoroughly drenched and useless thong panties, then gave me a moment to retouch my makeup and hair, which I'd learned to do quickly and without a mirror when necessary.

*****

After learning of my previous "dance" experience the last time we'd been together, Raphael had wanted to take me to Noches Locas. It was the incredibly popular but very exclusive Latin-based, members only nightclub he co-owned, located in the heart of Manhattan's Lower East Side, and a large reason for his visit to New York City in the first place.

And after taking care of his business earlier in the day, Raphael was now free to relax and enjoy himself.

He led me through the main area, the club full to overflowing with patrons even on a Wednesday night. The aesthetic was vibrant, the atmosphere charged with excitement, the music was upbeat and rhythmic, the sea of bodies undulating on the huge dance floor a separate but seemingly interconnected blur of synchronized movement and motion.

I yelled into Raphael's ear as we walked, to be heard over the noise. His perfect white teeth flashed as he gave me a dazzling smile, continuing until we reached the more private VIP section of the club.

He settled the two of us into his plush, comfortable, semi-circled booth, signaling for a waitress as he spoke conspiratorially to Von.

Von looked to me first and I nodded in agreement.

Von wanders away, but not too far. Raphael ordered our drinks and we caught up a bit as we enjoyed them. There were still some people around, but that didn't dissuade him from kissing and touching me as we talked. He was fun to be with.

As we talked I also met his business partner briefly, along with a few others. I also quickly met my two drink limit, and though Raphael of course tried to tempt me into more he didn't push when I opted to switch to sparkling water instead.

He asked me awhile later.

Once we were amid the pressing throng of bodies on the dance floor, I was duly impressed by the dancing skill of Mr. Raphael Santiago. <i>Good Lord, the man could move.

And though obviously it wasn't a strip club, there was certainly enough bare skin to resemble one. It was phenomenal, the pulsing thump of music and flashing lights and sensation of so many bodies moving together.

Raphael and I danced nonstop for nearly an hour, and I swear it was like the most erotic hour of foreplay I'd ever experienced while fully dressed and still on my feet.

His hands were all over me, and so was his body. Hot, hard, fluid in its sensual motion with mine whether in front of or behind me. I allowed my own hands to travel, hugging his broad shoulders, skimming his chest, wrapping around the back of his neck and grinding my ass against his obvious erection as we danced.

The plug Raphael had chosen and left inside of me definitely had the desired effect he'd intended as well. It was the perfect size, flexible with my movements, offering a constantly stimulating sensation that stoked the building craving between my legs. It felt so naughty and risqué, all of it combined heightening the effect of said foreplay until my thighs were slippery as I danced.

Finally excusing myself to go to the restroom, I had barely walked in and reached the vanity to splash some cool water on my sizzling body before I heard someone come in and lock the door behind them with a quiet but distinct *click*.

I looked in the mirror, smiling at him in the reflection as Raphael walked up behind me with a sinful smirk.

His hard body pinned mine against the vanity as his lips attacked the tender flesh at the base of my neck.

He untied the strings of my dress again, this time with his teeth, grazing my skin as he pulled them loose and let the top fall down, exposing my bare breasts.

He asked, reaching around to fondle and squeeze the soft mounds, tweaking my painfully erect nipples between his thumb and fingers.

He slid lower, slipping his hand under my dress and groaning when his fingers found and glided effortlessly through my silky wet, slippery center.

He picked his head up from my neck to lock his gaze onto mine, a mutual carnal lust and desire blazing like an inferno between us.

Licking my lips provocatively, I challenged simply...

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